Free Eternal Temptation by T. A. Grey

his hair and drank deeply. He groaned, the delicious sound vibrating straight through her and brushing by her clit.
    His hands cupped her ass and frustration filled her at the clothes blocking him from touching her how she wanted. She licked around the puncture wounds and drew more and more sips from his thick, heady blood. His heart was pounding against his ribs, beating so fast.
    She felt desperate. Needy and desperate to feel him come again, to see it. Please take me. She’d never ached so badly in her life. She was so empty inside. She wanted to tear her mouth away and impale herself on his cock.
    She pulled her mouth away for a scant second. “Darien,” she said with all the need and desire inside her filling her voice. His breath caught as she bit him again sucking his essence into her mouth, drinking down his intoxicating taste.
    He pressed her hips hard to his. Then he started thrusting, rubbing the hard steel press of his cock against her. She squealed around his throat and rubbed back against him. Liquid heat bloomed inside her, threatened to make her explode. His arms held her so tight, so hard that she had no choice but to accept the intense pleasure as he rubbed her clit through her jeans.
    She struggled to breathe and draw in blood at the same time. Electricity was zapping through her sex, pushing her towards something amazing. A bright wash of heat rushed through her. Her body squeezed tight together, then burst apart like an explosion. She tossed her head back and cried out as ripples of pleasure pulsed through her. He rubbed against her, prolonging the sweet pleasure. When the last wave left her, she collapsed over him, panting.
    Her mind struggled to think. She tried to say something, but her tongue was loose in her mouth. She stayed wrapped around him like a second skin until suddenly her back was pressing to the cot. Her eyes shot open and met his, uncaring if she was showing her acceptance, her eagerness for him.
    But the cot dipped and he walked, taking a seat in his chair. Cassie opened and closed her mouth several times. He hadn’t even...he didn’t come. She glared at the big lykaen and struggled between wanting to slap him and stick her tongue out at him.
    But his blood was a soothing, intense pleasure searing through her body. She flopped back on the cot and writhed sensuously at the feeling. It was incredible like touching a piece of heaven.
    She trembled, her skin feverish with ecstasy as her body adjusted to the blood in her system. She could feel the fading bruise on her cheek heal completely, and the scrapes on her knees and hands hurt. They wouldn’t heal completely, she wasn’t a magician or anything, but his blood helped to speed along her recovery.
    I’m not done with you, Darien Kategan.
    Did he give her an orgasm on purpose? So that she wouldn’t take enough blood to make him orgasm? That slimy bastard...she stared a hole in the side of his head daring him to turn and look at her. He only started building a fire. When the sulfuric, smoky smell wafted over her, she sighed and collapsed against the cot.
    “You sure know how to show a girl a good time. I feel like I could sleep for a week.”
    “Good.”
    She shot him a dark look. Was that his intention for making her come? He must have one. This man wouldn’t have given her an orgasm out of the kindness of his heart. Well maybe once upon a time.
    “You know you can take the cot tonight. The floor won’t bother me.” She’d slept many nights on a hard floor before. Cassie clamped her eyes shut. Thoughts like that had no place in her mind right now.
    “I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, Cassie.”
    “Did I ever tell you that your voice makes me shiver? Seriously it’s like the sexiest thing ever.” He let out a long sigh.
    “Don’t say things like that.” Too bad his warning only made her want to do it more.
    “So tell me about your family then.” He sent her a surprised look then